A visit

The weather hasn't been brilliant lately. First of all came the tidal surge, apparently worse than 1953. Luckily we weren't flooded. Then came the gales and the rain. Sometimes gales, sometimes rain, sometimes both together, with the occasional bright spell in between. It rained a fair bit yesterday, stopped, then started last night. It is still raining, and the sky is rather like the one in the picture. I don't like all the darkness. It's miserable. Horrible.
I spent yesterday evening at the pub. I saw all the odd bunch, and had a few games of scrabble as well as a lot of laughs.
I slept quite badly last night. It took me a long time to settle down and I kept waking up. I now realise that I've always slept badly. It's only since writing my blog that I've actually kept a record of how I sleep. I'm in the middle of the coffee and fags routine and need to pull myself together fairly sharpish. My friend from London is coming down for the day. What with my general state of tiredness, and what with getting used to the antidepressants, it takes me a long time to come round in the morning. The flat is very untidy and there is a mountain of washing-up to do before she gets here.
Since I started writing, the sky has brightened up slightly. I hope it continues to do so.
My friend and his partner are coming round for dinner tomorrow, and I'm looking forward to that. We're having the christmas dinner that we were going to have last Saturday, until he fell ill. I haven't been able to get another pudden because the supermarket has sold out. Never mind, I'll make something instead.
I am astonished at the number of hits that my blog has received. I am a very ordinary person with quite an ordinary sort of existence, who is struggling to make sense of the world and of his life. Thank you, readers, for taking the time and trouble to read what I write.